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Death orders a drink “Something pink with cherries and a sugar rim”, he says “Make sure it's sweet” He grabs his wallet from his shirt pocket And two gold teeth clink in his empty glass He rattles them and laughs An older woman in a stained sundress Sits down right next to Death and says “You got some fucked up eyes but they seem wild” Death takes off his glasses and smiles As she flashes a big bag full of blow Saying, “Tonight’s so slow Wish this place would explode" He says “I, yeah, I am not your kind” (Come on, baby, let's have some fun) You'll see (Come on, baby, let's have some fun) You’ll see When you see me in the light (Come on, baby, let's have some fun) You'll see (Come on, baby, let's have some fun) He puts his glasses back on, sees a lighting bug blinking Flipping around in her hair He flicks it on the bar and stares She says, “I never see these things Not around here, not this time of year” Letras de cancionesThen she drowns it with her beer Death’s face lights up as she plucks Each of its struggling wings And says, “I hear they’re all dying City light’s too confusing” Death’s crooning: I, yeah, I am not your kind (Come on, baby, let's have some fun) You'll see (Come on, baby, let's have some fun) You’ll see When you see me in the light (Come on, baby, let's have some fun) You'll see (Come on, baby, let's have some fun) He looks at her dress, thinks about wearing it, tearing its seams Stretching it on his fat body till the stain settles over his heart But there’s other relics in the trunk of his car Countless years of collecting, keeping his favorites close This filthy flower print dress would fit in nice, though He drains his cosmo and says, “It’s been a pleasure but you gotta know” I am not your kind (Come on, baby, let's have some fun) You'll see (Come on, baby, let's have some fun) You’ll see When I feel that it’s your time (Come on, baby, let's have some fun) I feel that it’s your time (Come on, baby, let's have some fun) (I’ll be in the bathroom, waiting) And what she said echoes (I’ll be in the bathroom, waiting) As he drives away (I’ll be in the bathroom, waiting) Fly squirming in a web (I’ll be in the bathroom, waiting) As he drives away (I’ll be in the bathroom, waiting) Puts a blonde wig on his head (I’ll be in the bathroom, waiting) As he drives away (I’ll be in the bathroom, waiting) Laughing like a pig squeals As he turns around From Letras Mania